What up though, here in Detroit, if I'm as John Slatt, after apparently they made some

adjustments to fix the speed.

Live, that'll be joint. It's Nobius Nuva with my name, Ed.

Oh no!

Oh no!

Oh no, she...

Well, it rained this week and there were no power outages to speak of.

Somehow, this was news. The Bell Ile Giant Slide reopened this week after kids went flying.

It was the same when I was a kid, but somehow this was now news for three days.

There's a new fusion restaurant that's open in the eastern market.

That one made national news. None of this, of course, is news. This stuff is ordinary.

This is how things should be. The news is supposed to be what is extra ordinary and exceptional.

The minute the ordinary becomes extra ordinary is the moment you put a fork in it.

It's akin to writing about the beach conditions in Odessa, Ukraine.

Hey, there's lots of bungalows available. It's high season.

But that's how it is around here with the news. Somehow we got lost.

Somewhere we've been convinced that the abnormal, the graft and the sloth and the decrepitude

should be ignored and those who dare point it out should be taken to the electronic wood shed.

Hate is going to hate, as they say. But if the abnormal things are not exposed,

how does the life of anyone improve? How will the ordinary expectations of ordinary life

return to being ordinary? Last week, I wrote about runaway crime in Michigan and metroditroid

specifically. So bad is it that Michigan is home to eight of the top 41 most violent cities in

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